Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

The great and amorous sky curved over the earth, and lay upon her as a pure lover. The rain, the humid flux descending from heaven for both man and animal, for both thick and strong, germinated the wheat, swelled the furrows with fecund mud and brought forth the buds in the orchards. And it is I who empowered these moist espousals, I the great Aphrodite.

Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?